Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.